I had a little gold duckling that only I could see
I had a little golf duckling that was always there for me
I had a little gold duckling short and stout
Who was loud but would never make a sound
I had a little gold duckling that only I could see
When dad would shout and mum would scream
He’d whisper in my ear ‘take my wing and let us fly upon a dream’
Through clear blue skies and over pale blue oceans
I had a little gold duckling, I wonder where he went
I had a little gold duckling, I miss him so
Dad still shouts and mum still screams but I have nowhere to go…
By Michael Rumbi.
This is deep, ryms and resonates in the life of all, young and old. I wonder who took the duckling or why and where he went. Or is he still thre?
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That’s deep
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Truly deep
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I love it…
It says so much…
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Look who used to listen in English poetry class?! Great piece.
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Was it an imaginary friend?
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Hey Ivy,
Yes it could be.
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